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From Farm House to the White House - 912 Freedom Library

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<strong>Farm</strong> <strong>House</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>White</strong> <strong>House</strong>, by William M. Thayer 13<br />

<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> commander-in-chief before Cambridge and York<strong>to</strong>wn.<br />

"We ga<strong>the</strong>red <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> bricks of an ancient chimney that once formed <strong>the</strong> hearth around which<br />

Washing<strong>to</strong>n in his infancy had played, and constructed a rude kind of a pedestal, on which we reverently<br />

placed <strong>the</strong> FIRST STONE, commending it <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> attention and respect of <strong>the</strong> American people in general, and<br />

<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> citizens of Westmoreland in particular.<br />

"Bidding adieu <strong>to</strong> those who had received us so kindly, we re-embarked and hoisted our colors, and being<br />

provided with a piece of canon and suitable ammunition, we fired a salute, awakening <strong>the</strong> echoes that had<br />

slept for ages around <strong>the</strong> hallowed spot; and while <strong>the</strong> smoke of our martial tribute <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> birth-place of <strong>the</strong><br />

Pater Patriæ still lingered on <strong>the</strong> bosom of <strong>the</strong> Po<strong>to</strong>mac, we spread our sails <strong>to</strong> a favoring breeze, and sped<br />

joyously <strong>to</strong> our homes."<br />

Mr. Paulding, in his life of Washing<strong>to</strong>n, describes <strong>the</strong> place as follows:<br />

"A few scanty relics alone remain <strong>to</strong> mark <strong>the</strong> spot, which will ever be sacred in <strong>the</strong> eyes of posterity. A<br />

clump of old decayed fig trees, probably coeval with <strong>the</strong> mansion, yet exists; and a number of vines and<br />

shrubs and flowers still reproduce <strong>the</strong>mselves every year, as if <strong>to</strong> mark its site, and flourish among <strong>the</strong><br />

hallowed ruins. The spot is of <strong>the</strong> deepest interest, not only from its associations, but its natural beauties. It<br />

commands a view of <strong>the</strong> Maryland shore of <strong>the</strong> Po<strong>to</strong>mac, one of <strong>the</strong> most majestic of rivers and of its course<br />

for many miles <strong>to</strong>wards <strong>the</strong> Chesapeake Bay. An aged gentlemen, still living in <strong>the</strong> neighborhood, remembers<br />

<strong>the</strong> house in which Washing<strong>to</strong>n was born. It was a low-pitched, single-s<strong>to</strong>ried frame building, with four rooms<br />

on <strong>the</strong> first floor, and an enormous chimney at each end on <strong>the</strong> outside. This was <strong>the</strong> style of <strong>the</strong> better sort of<br />

houses in those days, and <strong>the</strong>y are still occasionally seen in <strong>the</strong> old settlements of Virginia."<br />

Irving says that "<strong>the</strong> roof was steep, and sloped down in<strong>to</strong> low, projecting eaves;" so that an artist's eye can<br />

readily see <strong>the</strong> house as it was.<br />

Let <strong>the</strong> reader bear in mind that John Washing<strong>to</strong>n was <strong>the</strong> founder of <strong>the</strong> Washing<strong>to</strong>n family in America, and<br />

George Washing<strong>to</strong>n was his great-grandson.<br />

George was baptized on <strong>the</strong> 5th of April following, when he was about six weeks old. Mrs. Mildred Gregory<br />

acted as godmo<strong>the</strong>r, and Mr. Beverly Whiting and Captain Chris<strong>to</strong>pher Brooks, godfa<strong>the</strong>rs.<br />

When George was four or five years old, his fa<strong>the</strong>r resolved <strong>to</strong> move <strong>to</strong> a plantation on <strong>the</strong> banks of <strong>the</strong><br />

Rappahannock River, opposite Fredericksburg.<br />

"There are many advantages in that locality," he remarked <strong>to</strong> his wife; "besides, <strong>the</strong> land is better."<br />

"There can't be much fault found with <strong>the</strong> land anywhere in this part of <strong>the</strong> country," responded Mrs.<br />

Washing<strong>to</strong>n. "It needs little but using."<br />

"Very true; but somehow I have taken a great liking <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> banks of <strong>the</strong> Rappahannock," continued Mr.<br />

Washing<strong>to</strong>n. "The children will like <strong>the</strong> change, I know."<br />

"That may be; children like change; a novelty just suits <strong>the</strong>m," answered Mrs. Washing<strong>to</strong>n. "I have never<br />

known <strong>the</strong>m <strong>to</strong> express dissatisfaction with this place. They are about as happy as children can well be."<br />

"There can be no doubt of that, judging from daily observation," responded her husband, somewhat<br />

facetiously. "If a change does not add <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> sum <strong>to</strong>tal of <strong>the</strong>ir happiness, I trust that it will not subtract much<br />

from it."

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